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So, questioning myself what real gift I might bestow on man to help his state, I saw that sorrow was his life-companion, To be embrac't bravely, not weakly shun'd: That as by toil man winneth happiness, Thro' tribulation he must come to peace.
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- In that sad world where trees are brown And ways are white in winter-time.
- Take thou this goblet; brimming must thou bring Its cup with water from that sacred spring, If ever to my son thou wouldst be wed.
- That is why mystic monks. But, now it comes into my mind.
- Time has branded them and fettered they are lodged in the room of the infinite possibilities they have ousted.
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